I woke up and I stare blankly at the ceiling. My body aches as I stretch, I feel heavier each day. My stomach is making funny sounds, I didn't eat properly the day before. I force myself to get up. It's almost 8am. I said my morning prayers and read from where I left of last night.

I made a cup off coffee for myself. Everyone has had breakfast, which is good. I try to avoid conversations as much as possible. I went upstairs and do nothing, until I am called to eat lunch. I eat a little, I still can't stomach food. I helped with the chores. I went upstairs again until it's dark. I put my baby sister to sleep. As I lay down tears flowed from both my eyes. I started to sob and supressed it with my pillows.

I am still not okay. I can't wait to be okay. I am still hurt as if my body is going to collapse and get sick. Until when can I be like this? Everyday I feel I am a useless person, a failure. I feel so small. Why did I even allow myself to be in this kind of situation. Should I give up?

No, I won't. I'll be hurt if I had to, and it's going to be worth it.